#WritcoStoryPrompt115
Do you want to live because you are afraid to die? If you think something should be written about the question, go ahead and do so.

Tonight, once more I failed to see,
the reason to be alive.
Again, I wanted to die,
and put an end to my turmoil.

The last straw,
was the moment when hope died.
The float that was to save me,
the reason to feel happy, denied.

I gave two hoot
to my quest in this lifetime.
I cared no more
of being in my prime.

All I wanted desperately,
was an end to the pain.
The only dose I needed right away,
was a poison to halt the bane.

But a sliver of something within me
asked for a reason to live.
I searched one last time,
but couldn't find a mission to fulfill.

And when I got up to die,
he woke up too, suddenly.
"Don't go!", he cried to me,
in his sleep, painfully.

"How can I when you're here",
I caressed and assured him.
The love was back in my voice,
though I was filled with tears to the brim.

When he drifted away peacefully,
I swore at the universe,
"Crazy are your methods", I said to it,
you throw the truly loved ones
deep in the tougher turfs.

© Ishita Nigam Garg
#Struggle #Love&love #poem